She drew and over shot her arrow to hit the ground before the punks. The glue arrow blew apart and tacked to the running legs to trip and drop them. Dropping to a knee, she pat each down for their guns and tossed them away. "Question is, how long you think you can keep this up?" she replied and pushed past them to get to the lighter-footed gang bangers. She threw the weights, cracking one in the head and the other in the neck to drop them. Once she caught up, she pat them down and pulled out a few baggies. "Ah, fresh crop, huh?"